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Crack in the Wall: Silos

Who: Anyone either involved in the Silo Quest or for those wanting to shelter in the Silos. You can shelter there without being involved in the questing.
What: The Silo as an Emergency Shelter/trying to get things turned back on.
Where: The Silo and the tunnels below.
When: June 13-onward.
Notes: For the first three days feel free to make normal just being locked in a shelter things. The actual questing stuff will happen in closed threads.
Warnings: The Floor is lava.

The alarms have sounded and people have begun to move. Everyone knows about getting to the closest shelter. For the most part, this is an orderly move, but there is some panicking. The council and various npcs are out shouting for people to get a move on. Water is coming in rapidly. When the alarm first sounds it’s up to people’s ankles, and then when the final alarm rings and the doors start to close, it’s up to the average person’s knees. Once the outer door is sealed, there’s feedback and communication is off.

If there was one place that Persephone can be found in general it’s in the silos, Max deputized her before and placed her in charge there if the sirens went off when they go off and the doors seal off, Persephone looks rather pale and shaken for a moment. This sure is too damned familiar for her tastes.

But she’s got her flask out and she’s passing it around. “Okay. We’re fine and they’re working on it. Ain’t no communication but that’s fine. We can do plenty of stuff to pass the time.”

The set up here is very similar to what it is in the other domes, only Persephone has added some flowers to light things up. The first three days here are a little more lively, with the goddess leading people in playing games and with there being singing and a better quality of food being provided, less dependant on the whole prepacked stuff as Persephone augments it.

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On the third day however, her dark eyes go blank and then she assembles people and leads them up a level to where grain is stored. “I’m guessin’,” Persephone starts, with regret in her deep voice. “That there’s some things that need fixing. The Sphere things ya’ll are the ones to be doing it. I don’t know what’s down there, only it’s bad and you’re gonna need to be getting through that door to turn them machines back on. It’s always gods damn machines, I swear. Don’t know what else to tell ya other than if you don’t turn em back on, we’re gonna die and there ain’t gonna be no comin’ back. Don’t know about you folks, but I have no intention of dyin’ here so far away from my Underworld, so ya better get hustling. Here’s some supplies, and ya better get going.”

Persephone just points to the door mostly hidden behind the grain and then steps out of the room, sealing them inside.

Gyda couldn't say she was entirely familiar with most machines, but she was good with mechanics in general, and she was small enough she should be able to get into places.

She told herself that if she died, she might be lucky to go to Freya's hall. Their task was a scary one, perhaps not a battle, but dangerous all the same. There was no way they couldn't earn a spot among the honored dead.

Dressed in clothes she could move in, but not worry about getting stuck, Gyda made sure of her tools and some rope before going in after them.

Arthur had no intention of dying here. He had a world to get back to, and as much as he was loathe to think on it too much, a kingdom to rule, and he'd be damned if he was dying without seeing his father or his mother again. This was going to be simple enough, right? How hard could jump-starting a motor be?

He looked over to Gyda and nodded.

"You ready, kid?"

They had to stick together to make this work, like a shield wall. However, Gyda stuck close to the dark man with the tattoos; something about him reminded her of her uncle.

She nodded. "I'm ready." She was certainly looking to finish this and get everyone to safety.

He grinned down at her, reaching down and patting her shoulder gently.

"We'll get this going, kid. Just stick with me. I'm Arthur, by the way."

"Gyda." She answered, trying to feel reassured. "I can help with the mechanism in opening the door. I'm stronger then I look."

And fast. Her brother ensured that as part of his training her. They would need someone small to go in and release the door so the grains weren't ruined.

He nodded at that, moving off in the direction of the doors. "I'll leave that one to you, how about that? I'll make some room for you."

The thought of swimming that far down and for how long made her nervous. She might've died before, but death from fever was different to drowning, and those that drowned were claimed by a different god than Freya, Odin or Hel.

She took a deep breath and prayed to Freya, before nodding and setting her bag down. Gyda made sure her hair was secure, then looked into her bag to pull out any tool she might need. There was no way she could carry a bag under water like this without the risk of weighing her down or being lost; anything she brought, she'd have to wear on her belt. After that it was setting some goggles so the water wouldn't blind her.

"I'm ready." He would have to go first though.

He nodded. "How long can you hold your breath? I can get you down there pretty quickly." It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but Mera wasn't here, and she was the one who could bend water. He could too, using his spear, but nothing that would afford the kid the time she needed to fix whatever was down there.

"Three minutes." She answered. Though not a major part of her training, Ivar would make her see how long she was able to hold her breath under water; not the most conventional in terms of fighting, but for all they knew, she would have to outfight someone in the water.

Knowing her brother and his mindset, she didn't put it past something like that happening. Ergo, learning how to hold her breath for a long time.

"Thank you." She could hold her breath for a long time, but the way things were progressing, she wasn't too proud to admit she'd need help.

He nodded. "As long as you're cool with me carrying you." He smiles. "I can swim pretty fast." He could also breath underwater, but that wasn't what was important right now.

"It would probably be safer." She admitted. Her father would sometimes carry her on his shoulders during long journeys. This wasn't the same of course, but she wasn't a stranger to it.

He had no reason to lie about his skills either. If he tried to drown her, he'd put the same fate on himself-this would be easier.

She took a deep breath, letting it out as she trudged into the water. The cold forced her to suck in another breath; it was nothing she wasn't used to, but it did take a moment for her to breath again.

He moved in behind her, scooping her up in his arms. "Hold your breath. Don't worry, I won't lose you."

His grim is strong but gentle, and he is under the water quickly swimming down faster than she probably anticipated. Being half-Atlantean had it's advantages. Once they were near, he gave her a slight squeeze.

She held on tight to him and held her breath, her eyes closing soon as their heads were underwater. They opened soon as he started swimming, and the shock of it was enough she had to force herself to remain holding her breath just from how deep they were going.

He was right to carry her. She couldn't have swum nearly as fast or strong as he was right now, not if she didn't want to risk drowning.

Gyda just hoped she was strong enough to last. Already she could feel her lungs burning, and inwardly said a prayer to Freya that they would make it to the spot soon.

It wasn't far, and he stopped once he approached, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he nodded. She might note his chest was moving, like he was breathing, and he smiled and then he spoke.

"You got this, kid."

Her lungs were burning now, so she only acknowledged him with a slight nod before pushing herself off him, immediately swimming to where she could see the surface. Her hands gripped the edge of the stuck door and she broke through the surface of the water with a long, sharp gasp.

She continued to gasp for air as she tread water, more focused on filling her lungs than the reality that the man who helped her was able to breath and speak under water. Even when it dawned on her he was capable of that, she was aware she didn't have time to ponder or question how he was capable of it. She'd been in Riverview long enough to see all sorts of wondrous people.

Right now, she had job to do.

Taking another deep breath, Gyda dove back into the water, looking to see what the problem was. Thanks to the googles, she had a clearer picture of what could be done; the mechanism to the door was stuck open, a crack large enough to let water in, but small so that only someone her size could get through.

She swam back up so the two of them could plan something out.

The longer he spent time with this kid, the more impressed he was with her abilities and her resilience. She was human, sure, but she was one of the best of them. If she kept this up, she'd become a great woman one day. He followed her out once the assessment was done, crouching on the floor of the place to better meet her eyes.

"Okay, kid, what are we looking at, here?"

She held onto a frame as she tread water, making sure her grip was steady before she reached for a wretch in her belt. "The cogs to open or close the door is stuck. Perhaps it's out of alignment or stuck, but it's too large for you to fit through."

She's not rude when she says this, only stating the fact. "Can you control water or just breath through it?"

If the latter was the case, she'd have an easier time getting through and working the door.

He shook his head at her question, frowning. "Not without my trident, and there's not enough room here for it." He frowns down at the water, then smiles, looking back to Gyda.

"How far down is it?"

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Crack in the Wall: Silos

Closed to the fix it team: collecting the players:

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